Scene 1 – The Empty Bed
The medical wing smelled of antiseptic and something sharper — the lingering metallic bite of Nexus-Born blood from the last emergency. Machines hummed quietly, their digital screens casting pale light over Jeremiah's motionless form.
Katherine sat beside him, her fingers locked around his hand as though her grip could anchor him back to consciousness. His skin was still warm, but unnervingly still. The blackened wound from the obsidian blade was wrapped in layers of sterilized cloth, yet the faint trace of darkness still seemed to pulse beneath it like an ember refusing to die.
"You should be resting," Ezra Andrews said from the doorway. His voice was calm, deep — but not gentle. The new Guild commander carried the same posture he had in the war: upright, untouchable. Only his eyes, fixed on his son, betrayed the fracture lines beneath.
"I'm not leaving him," Katherine replied without turning. Her voice was sharper than she intended.
Ezra stepped in, the dim lights reflecting in the streaks of silver at his temples. "Katherine, we've confirmed the obsidian toxin. Even with his S-class healing… it's eating him from the inside. He's fighting, but… it's different from a normal wound."
Katherine tightened her jaw. "Then we find a cure. We don't just stand here and—"
The wall intercom crackled. Lyra's voice came through, urgent. "Ezra. Katherine. We have a problem in the war room. You need to see this now."
Katherine looked at Jeremiah one last time, whispered, "Hold on for me," and let go of his hand. The moment she stepped into the corridor, she felt it — the tremor in the Guild's collective pulse. Something was wrong, not just in the city… but closer.
When they reached the war room, the air was thick with tension. Guild members stood frozen before the central holographic display. The feed was from one of the outer perimeter drones, but the image wasn't a Nexus-Born breach.
It was Caleb.
Or rather… Caleb standing beside Seraphyne.
And smiling.
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Scene 2 – The Return of the Snake
The footage was a jagged cut from a drone's perspective: Seraphyne's tall, graceful figure in her tourist disguise discarded now for full Obsidian armor, Caleb at her side, eyes sharp but… wrong. Not vacant, like a typical thrall — but calculating, almost pleased.
"Impossible," Lyra muttered. "We searched the entire radius after the Christmas incident. There was no sign—"
"She took him," Ezra interrupted. "And now she's returned him. Which means…" His gaze darkened. "This is deliberate."
The footage shifted. Seraphyne stepped aside, allowing Caleb to speak to the camera drone directly.
"Hello, Guild," Caleb said, voice smooth as silk but dripping with something alien. "I'm sure you've been wondering where I've been. The truth is… I've been seeing things clearly. Seraphyne has shown me what the Guild hides from you. The war you fight? The sacrifices you make? It's all for a cause you barely understand."
Katherine's nails dug into her palms. "He's lying. That's not him talking—"
"No," Ezra cut in, his voice like a whip. "It is him. She's not controlling his mind completely. She's twisting it. Amplifying whatever doubts he already had."
The worst part was, Katherine knew Ezra was right. Caleb had always been restless, suspicious of Guild leadership, prone to thinking he saw more than he did. If Seraphyne had given him a target for that suspicion…
The feed ended with Caleb's smile widening. "I'll be seeing you all soon. And when I do… some of you will thank me."
The drone went offline in a flash of static.
A heavy silence fell.
Lyra broke it first. "If Caleb's compromised, we can't trust anything he says, and we can't risk him getting close to Jeremiah, Katherine, or Marcus. He's too unpredictable."
Katherine's head snapped up. "You're talking about him like he's the enemy."
Ezra's reply was cold, final. "Until proven otherwise, he is."
Katherine wanted to argue, to scream that they couldn't just write Caleb off — but she couldn't ignore the look in his eyes from the footage. It wasn't emptiness. It was conviction. And that scared her more than any spell.
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Scene 3 – Shadows in the Hall
Night fell over the Guild compound, the storm outside rattling against the reinforced windows. Most recruits had retreated to their quarters, but Katherine couldn't sleep. She paced the dimly lit hall outside the med wing, glancing in on Jeremiah every few minutes.
That's when she saw it — a shadow breaking from the corner, moving in near silence.
Katherine's hand went to her sidearm instantly. "Stop."
The figure stepped into the light. Caleb.
He looked different up close — sharper, predatory, but smiling like he always had when he was trying to win her trust.
"Relax, Kat," he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. "I'm just here to talk."
"You shouldn't be here." Her voice was steady, but her pulse was sprinting.
"I wanted to see him," Caleb said, glancing toward the med bay. "The hero of the hour, lying helpless. Funny how quickly things change."
"Seraphyne did this to him," Katherine shot back. "She's using you."
"No, Katherine," he said, stepping closer. "She opened my eyes. Do you even know what Ezra's planning? What the Guild's really doing with all this Nexus-Born intel?"
"Stop," Katherine snapped. "I'm not listening to Seraphyne's poison from your mouth."
Something in his expression hardened. "Then you're already lost."
Before she could draw her weapon, he stepped back into the shadows. By the time the security team arrived, Caleb was gone.
Ezra stood in the hall, face like carved granite. "That was a message," he said. "He could've killed you, Katherine. He didn't. Which means next time… he'll want you to choose."
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Scene 4 – Stormbreaking
The next day, alarms ripped through the Guild before sunrise. The main gates were under assault — not by a Nexus-Born horde, but a small, precise strike team.
On the security feed, Katherine saw Seraphyne at the forefront, her blade a blur of obsidian light. Caleb moved beside her like a shadow, cutting through Guild defenses with terrifying precision.
Ezra barked orders from the command platform. "Marcus, Lyra — take your squads and hold the east flank. Katherine, you're with me."
They fought through the chaos, the sounds of battle echoing through the compound. Katherine's focus was split between the enemy in front of her and the flash of Caleb's figure in the distance.
When she finally faced him, it was like the world narrowed to just them.
"You can still come back," she shouted over the clash of steel and energy.
Caleb's reply was almost gentle. "I'm already where I belong."
They clashed — her precision against his speed. But he wasn't trying to kill her. Every strike was a test, a push, as if he was trying to prove something to himself.
Then, as the Guild began to rally, Seraphyne called the retreat. Caleb stepped back, his eyes locking with Katherine's one last time.
"This isn't over," he said, before vanishing into the storm with her.
Katherine stood in the rain, chest heaving, knowing he was right.
Some battles you fought with swords. Others… with the people you once loved.
To be continued.....